Bearclaw Valley Why is the raven like a writing desk?

Please let me know if I need to make any edits; I’m happy to accommodate! Injuries are okay, but please no maiming or killing. :)

As she ricocheted off the third or so tree trunk, Druid began to panic in earnest. She knew her pursuers were closing in on her, even though she couldn’t hear anything over the sound of own breath shaking from her. Had it been a mistake to come into these woods, rather than head for open ground where she might’ve had a real chance at outrunning them?

Something struck her ribs with much more kinetic energy than a standing tree. It flung Druid sideways with so much force, she went airborne. A second set of teeth snapped at the spot where her face had been just a second ago, though now she sailed through the air, only to hit the ground and roll violently through the underbrush.

She had absolutely no control over body, though Druid managed to let loose a ululating cry for help as she flopped end over end like a ragdoll. Perhaps, if she was lucky, Mahler, @Sequoia or any of the other wolves in Rivenwood might hear it.

She slammed into yet another tree, this one horizontal and covered in moss. Druid let out a shout of pain even as she rocked haphazardly to her feet. Covered in leaf litter and bleeding from her tail and myriad other places, Druid bolted toward a break in the trees ahead.